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smile like he knows exactly what she’s thinking and she feels herself blush for the second time that night. She drops her gaze back to the beer bottle she’s absently playing with in her hands, searching for something to cut the tension.
     
    “So you come here a lot?” She cringes at the lameness of her question. It sounds like a pickup, exactly the opposite of what she was going for.
     
    He throws her an amused look, but seems to take pity on her. “I guess. It’s biker-friendly and there aren’t too many of those places around.”
     
    Elyse feels excitement prickling her skin. This is what she’d come here for: information on the MC, not to get hypnotized by some guy’s eyes. “You’re a biker?”
     
    “Guilty as charged.” He opens his arms and, absently, Elyse notices the tattoos on the inside of his tight biceps. One is an illustration of a motorbike and the other is a flowing script with the word ‘Brotherhood.’ She’s seen enough biker tattoos from her day of Internet research to know that these most definitely qualify.
     
    “So you’re part of a Motorcycle Club?” She frowns, looking like she’s not sure if that’s even the right term.
     
    “Trying to be.” He takes another swig of his beer, signaling the end to that line of questioning.
     
    “You always talk this much?” She watches as his eyes twinkle in amusement at her.
     
    “Only when I’m with a pretty girl who can bring a grown man to his knees.” He pins her with that look of his again and Elyse swallows hard. “So am I allowed to ask?”
     
    Elyse frowns at him, wondering where this is going and hoping to hell that he isn’t about to ask how much she charges. “What? What my specialty is?” She figures it’s better to face the elephant in the room head-on rather than skirting around it. He barks a laugh at her bluntness and Elyse registers what a great sound it is.
     
    Focus, Powell, focus.
     
    “That wasn’t the route I was going. You don’t exactly look the type.” He emphasizes his point looking her up and down, his eyes lingering on her long legs and figure hugging leather top.
     
    She feels herself flush again and does what she always does when she’s nervous, she covers it with a joke. “Apparently that’s exactly what I look like.” She holds out her arms as if to make it plain that she’s well aware of how slutty she looks. Damn you, Jen and your Dominatrix outfit, she thinks to herself. Her outfit had clearly needed more research than she’d put into it. “So what did you want to ask?” She plays with the bottle in front of her, wondering why she cares what he’s about to say.
     
    “Well, you don’t look like the kind of girl who turns tricks. So why are you dressed like one? From the way you’re squirming around in that get-up I’m guessing it’s not the kind of thing you usually go for.” He says the words simply, but Elyse isn’t fooled, he clearly sees more than he makes out.
     
    A little embarrassed at the fact that her outfit has so clearly given out the wrong impression, Elyse says the first thing that comes into her head before she’s had time to check if it sounds remotely plausible or not. “It was a dare from a friend.” She rolls her eyes theatrically. “This place is sort of a well-known biker hangout, we played truth or dare, I chose the dare. So here I am. My friend Jen thought it would be funny and she was right up until I was mistaken for an extra from Pretty Woman .” She shrugs, looking up at him and hoping that her explanation doesn’t sound as ridiculous to him as it does to her.
     
    He doesn’t seem ready to buy her story just yet, but he doesn’t question her. Instead he just looks into her bottomless blue eyes as deeply as she’s looking into his. Elyse wonders if that has anything to do with the reason he’s willing to put his reservations about her story to one side.
     
    “So now I know the name of your friend that managed to persuade you into